Qinglong Ghost Palace Chapter 33 The Black Puppet of the Wraith
People always bring out their last bit of potential in the face of death. I took big strides and started sprinting towards the four white tents with all my strength. I used to watch some Anti-Japanese War movies while chatting at home.
I usually use the S-shaped route when dodging stray bullets, sprinting and retreating. I thought it made sense, so I twisted my butt and ran the S-shaped route.
When I looked back in a hurry, I found that Zhang Sigui was not chasing me, and my flashlight returned to normal brightness. At some point, the last Zhang Baifeng had already been picked up by Fa Qiu Zhi with one hand.
At this time, Jiazi Legs ran over from the direction of the white tent and asked me what happened. I couldn't help but feel angry in my heart and blamed: "There is such a big movement outside, you must have been too sleepy. I almost missed it just now."
Then he returned to the west."
Jiazi Legs had a solemn look on his face and said to me: "It's not that we were dead asleep. Zhang Bailing just tried so hard to get us up. Later we found out that we all had the same dream."
Dreaming? At this time, Faqiuzhi led the three of them over, and the people in the white tent woke up one after another, and slowly gathered around the oil lamp.
I roughly counted the number of people, and Faqiu pointed out that there were eleven people here, Jiazi Legs, and Axiu and Zhang Sanju who were tied up. I saw that most of the people were dazed and fascinated. Could it be that they had all done that strange thing?
dream?
I couldn't suppress my curiosity for a moment, so I patted my legs and asked, "What are you dreaming about? What are you dreaming about? Please tell me."
Jiazi Leg rolled his eyes at me and said angrily: "You big sweet potato, now is not the time to tell stories." Then he said to everyone: "Everyone, please count how many coffins there are in total."
When he said that, I really didn’t pay attention to this problem. I only knew that there were a group of people in rows and rows. I also participated in counting the coffins. First of all, the shape of the coffin body was similar to that of a fish, and the head of the coffin was triangular.
There is a round belly in the middle, and the shape of the coffin tail is similar to the scissor tail of a flying swallow. Therefore, at first glance, it looks exactly like the big black stick fish in Northeast China. The shape of this coffin is really unheard of and unseen.
There were eleven in rows and nine in rows, so there were ninety-nine coffins in total. I secretly praised myself for being smart and said immediately: "Stop counting, there are ninety-nine coffins in total."
At this time, Axiu rolled her eyes at me and said, "A fool is a fool, with eyes that reach up to his butt."
I was impatient at the moment, thinking that you knew before that a dog can take advantage of others, but now that you have been tied up by the Five Flowers, you still don’t forget to be stingy with me. I immediately wanted to go over and give you some tutoring.
Jiazi stopped me, clicked his tongue, and said, "You big sweet potato can't count. How can I count a hundred?"
Although Axiu was tied up, she couldn't help laughing and her body was shaking wildly, and she cursed: "Yes, idiot, I can count a hundred, so you can't stick your butt out and count carefully."
My face flushed red, and Zhang Baifa smiled counterintuitively and said, "Brother Guo, it's okay. The light here is dim, and a few of them are within the normal range."
I couldn't believe my eyes, so I counted it again without giving up, and the result was still ninety-nine coffins. I suddenly felt a little surprised and quickly asked other people.
Except for the hair mound, which was silent, everyone else said it was a hundred coffins. Zhang Baihe curled his lips, probably laughing at me for having a bad brain again. Only Zhang Bailing looked at me distressedly and said: "Brother Guo,
You probably haven't had a good rest yet, so don't worry about it."
When she said this, I really felt like my brain was broken.
Suddenly Faqiuzhi said coldly: "I counted ninety-nine coffins."
All the Zhang family members were surprised, even Jiazi Legs stared. The Zhang family members looked suspicious of their own eyes, turned around and counted again, but in the end they still asked each other a hundred.
At this time, Zhang Sanju, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said: "Chief, I saw one hundred and one coffins!"
Faqiuzhi stood up. Everyone felt that this matter was not that simple, and they couldn't help but become alert. Faqiuzhi said, "People who are resting in the tent, what have you dreamed about?"
At this time, a younger boy from the Zhang family came forward and said: "Patriarch, I had a very scary dream. I dreamed that I was making a coffin, next to this black wood, for a man whose whole body was burnt.
Someone was making a coffin. The dark corpse stared into my eyes, its mouth opened and closed rapidly, and I began to hear some faint voices in my ears. The voices were very strange, as if they were coming from another world. I
I want to run away, but my body won’t obey me.”
The other Zhang family members and Jiazi Legs all nodded, which meant that everyone had roughly the same dream. Zhang Sanju said again: "I'm in a similar situation to you, except that there is an extra corpse. That corpse is my brother Zhang Si."
Damn it, he was crushed under that dark corpse."
The more I thought it was a big trouble that Zhang Sigui was not found, I told others to pay attention to the surroundings and not to be hurt by the already turned corpse of Zhang Sigui.
Faqiu pointed and said: "This thing is called 'Mourning Cry'."
The donkey's face turned completely white, and he said in surprise: "What the hell? There is really something dirty!"
Faqiu pointed out: "This thing was first seen in the tomb of the Chu family in the Han Dynasty. Most of it was a kind of resentful spirit condensed by people who were not yet dead in places where the Yin spirit was relatively strong. The reason why it is called mourning cry is
Because its sound is like mourning, and whoever can hear it means that it will not let you go until you die."
Zhang Baihe also lost some of her beauty and said: "Patriarch, you are saying that the coffin for most of us belongs to us!"
As soon as she said this, everyone in the coffin looked horrified.
I looked at the past and saw that four of the ninety-nine coffins were opened by hairpin fingers. It is very likely that there were not so many coffins here in the beginning, and they were all made by mourners. Holy shit, the more I think about it, the more incredible it becomes. I can’t help it.
Don't force yourself to stop thinking.
Axiu squeezed her way into the crowd, and I could see that she was a little scared. I looked at Fa Qiu Zhi and said, "Is there anything I can do?"
Faqiu pointed at the group of dark coffins and said: "Mourning cry is also called 'black puppet'. Its resentful spirit is hidden inside the black puppet. Most of the places with black puppets are thousand-year-old mausoleums.
It is based on this kind of clues to find ancient tombs, which is different from the stargazing deposit method of the Mojin School and the tomb identification method of the Faqiu School."
Axiu finally couldn't help but said: "Why are you two not immune to the curse of mourning?"
Zhang Sanju shook his head, sighed with a wry smile, and said melancholy: "Sang Cei's life is not as long as the others. People who live forever will not be cursed."
My head suddenly grew bigger and bigger, and I thought to myself that the cells of human organs will deplete and age with age. Is there really such a thing as immortality? What is the principle? I am afraid that modern science and technology cannot explain it.
, and if a person can really live that long, is he really a human? The same kind will not harm the same kind. If a person is really immortal, maybe he has died long ago.
After thinking about it for a while, I realized that finding the black puppet is the key. I asked Faqiu Zhi: "If we find the black puppet and destroy it, they will be fine?"
As soon as I said this, bursts of piercing cries suddenly sounded in my ears. The cries seemed to come from the two bronze doors. I immediately shined the flashlight on the bronze doors, and suddenly the flashlight turned dark green.
, a black figure flashed past, and then a gust of black wind rushed over.
